Phar was fuming as he stomped out of the meeting and down the crystalline corridor, pushing past an orange pony and foal he stalked down the hall, ignoring Hasseps cries to halt.

He needed to kill something, to prove to these fairy tale creatures that they should fear the Kings of Nehekhara.

As the thought crossed his mind, a familiar noise reached his non-existent ears. Heavy wood and steel clashing, the thudding of bodies colliding and the rattling crash of armour.

Following the noise to its source, he practically threw a set of double doors off their hinges to reveal a large training hall. All activity immediately ceased at the sight of the enraged skeleton, the Crystal Guards who had been working out were now frozen in a mixture of surprise and suspicion as Phars balefire filled sockets scanned the room.

Along the rear wall was a line of pony shaped dummies, the crystal ponies wielding obsidian bladed swords in their teeth would have normally been honing their techniques, but were now warily watching the King of Numas. A large training circle was set into the crystalline floor, with a slightly sunken centre that was covered in glittering sand. It was currently occupied by a pair of Crystal Guards in full armour, one pinned to the ground in a wrestling hold.

Racks of weighted, wooden, metal and crystalline training weapons lined one wall, a surly looking quartermaster eyeing him with contempt, weight benches and treadmills filled the remaining space, most of which were likewise occupied with Crystal Guard.

Phar stalked to the weapon racks and yanked a heavy training sword down, ignoring the complaints from the quartermaster as he chose one of the unoccupied dummies, pushing past the crystal ponies that refused to get out of his way.

Phar was a warrior king, one of the fiercest to rule Numas, what better way to work out his frustrations, at least for the moment, than on a hapless dummy.

Living targets would come later.

Adopting a fighting stance, he swung down in a heavy strike, the steel blade impacting the wooden dummy with a loud THWACK, before moving to a jab then into another swing, the motions familiar and practised, honed over thousands of years to near perfection. Each strike precise and deadly, the dummy shaking with each impact as they echoed throughout the chamber, his motions attracting a curious audience that he barely acknowledged.

Damn him, he thought. Damn that child and his worthless priest, we are proud kings and conquerors! We don't need these weak animals!

There was a sharp CRACK as he hit the dummy harder and harder, frustrations boiling up as his focus collapsed and he vented every little irritation. Wood and metal flew through the air as his weapon, and chosen target, buckled and cracked under the force of each strike.

With one final, powerful blow, the training sword cracked in two, shards of glimmering metal flying through the air as the heavily abused dummy collapsed under the heavy impact in a shower of splinters and broken wood.

Phar glared at it, eye sockets blazing in fury as if it would suddenly stand up and await another beating, instead he threw the ruined training weapon aside and screamed at his astonished audience.

Look upon my strength you worthless nags, we are Kings, we do not need you!!

"I'd say you need a therapist at least."

The snarky comment had Phar glare at the approaching Diamond Edge, Hassep and their entourage of guards.

You know nothing, pony! Phar spat the last word like an insult. You are a worthless beast of burden playing dress up, you are no warrior.

Diamond Edge bristled.

Phar, warned Hassep. Remember our orders.

I care nothing for that pup's order, spat the king.

You will if we are to survive!

Phar glared at his fellow king.

Is that a threat Hassep? I will never debase myself before these things! He snapped a bony finger at Diamond Edge.

"That's enough!" snapped the furious Crystal Captain as he strode up to the Tomb King with a furious glare.

“I don't know what type of world you're from, and I’m granting you a lot of leeway since you saved us from Sombra. But you've done nothing but insult us since your arrival, and that doesn't happen here without consequences!"

Ha! scoffed Phar. And what would a nag like you suggest?

The Captain of the Crystal Guard snorted and stomped to the training circle, a brief look to his equally angry men had them retrieve one of the training swords, made of heavy petrified oak from the trees beyond the shield.

"Duelling is out of fashion these days, but for you I’m making an exception." declared the Crystal Pony. "Or would you rather ‘debase’ yourself further?”

Phar growled as the Crystal Guards snickered, before grabbing an identical training blade from the racks.

Very Well pony, he spat. Let's see you fight a King of Nehekhara!

Hassep quickly grabbed Phar by his skeletal shoulder.

Stop this madness, You are going to jeopardise everything! we are alone in this land and need allies.

And I thought you'd finally grown a spine, sneered Phar, angrily shoving his fellow to one side. But it's unsurprising that I'm the one to show true Nehekharan skill to these creatures.

He shoved his way into the arena, Hassep quickly following to stand between him and Diamond Edge.

If this gets you to behave, then fine. But I’m going to referee so you don't kill anyone!

…As you wish.

Standing back from his fellow, Hassep stood back and addressed the crowd.

This duel will be conducted with decorum and honour, the first to make their opponent yield or unable to rise will be declared the victor!

He raised a mummified arm as the two combatants glared at one another.

BEGIN!

The pair began to circle as Hassep fell back to the edge of the training circle. The Tomb Guard took position on one side of the ring, and the Crystal Guard on the other, jeers and cries of support for their captain filled the air, while their skeletal equivalent rhythmically beat their spearbutts against the crystalline floor.

Phar felt the weight of the training sword as Diamond Edge gripped his own between his teeth, the acrid taste of the lizard leather grip making him inwardly grimace. The tension thickened as they circled each other, Phar looking confidently down his missing nose at the Crystal Pony.

Diamond Edge exploded into motion, charging the Tomb King and going low to swipe at his kneecaps, Phar rolled over the attack and was back on his feet in seconds. Diamond Edge spun to meet him just as Phar launched his own attack, slashing at the ponys’ throat, only to have it blocked with a loud CLACK, as the training weapons collided.

The Crystal Captain twisted his wooden blade into breaking the lock, but it left him open to a tackle as Phar pushed forwards, grappling him to the sandy floor, bony arms working to pin him down. Shoving the undead king off with two hooves to his ribcage, the pair circled once again, glaring daggers at each other.

You fight like the beast you are, taunted the King of Numas.

“And your moves are as stiff as you look!” retorted the Crystal Pony

The match continued, word quickly spreading as the clash of training weapons grew more intense. Off, and on duty soldiers joined the crowd, along with trainees and veterans from the barracks as well as officers from the mess, even servants and gardeners, all came to see the captain spar with one of the creepy strangers.

Feint, thrust, swipe, lunge! Diamond Edge found himself on the back hoof more often than he’d like. Blocking a swipe for his head, the Crystal Captain head butted Phar in his abdomen only to get caught up in his robe as the king lent over the crystal pony. Boney hands grasped his haunches and heaved him bodily to one side.

That might have worked, if I still needed to breathe.

Diamond Edge thudded into the sand, long gashes on his hips bled shimmering blood over his cutie mark as Phar took position in the centre of the ring. Pushing himself to shaking hooves, he began circling his opponent, snorting and huffing in exertion, while Phar remained poised and ready, despite his dishevelled robes. The Crystal Captain charged again, his swings now heavy with effort, allowing Phar to send him stumbling, easily deflecting the subsequent counterattack.

Is this the best you can do?! he laughed. I have lived for centuries, my skill honed in countless wars! You nags are weak and undeserving, not even fit to pull my Chariot!

Diamond Edge snorted angrily as the crowd jeered at the undead king.

The Crystal Pony swung around again, his attack morphing to a feint that allowed him to drive the edge of the training sword into Phars mummified gut once again, only this time he kept pushing, driving the king to the floor.

The Tomb Guard moved with lighting efficiency, spears dropped and aimed right at Diamond Edges throat, the Crystal Guard likewise moved to defend their captain as he pressed Phar to the sand.

Hassep snapped up a bony hand, the order to halt in his throat.

Then rasping laughter came from Phars crumpled form.

That's more like it!

The king's laughter was low, gaining volume as he dug bony fingers into Diamond Edge and shoved him back.

That's what I want to see! He declared, getting to his feet. Show me how you really fight! Show me you are worth a sliver of respect!

With a loud whinny, the Crystal Captain found his second wind and charged the arrogant monarch once again. Their weapons thudded together, the petrified wood cracked and splintered from repeated impacts as they pushed against one another. Phars rictus grin seemed to be almost manic with glee as his opponent snorted and glared into his blazing eye sockets.

Twisting his blade sideways, the Tomb King broke the lock and sent Diamond Edge falling forwards, the pony just managing to recover as his opponent went in for a thrust at his unprotected back, but the king's overconfidence finally got the better of him and Diamond Edge bucked his rear legs as hard as he could.

Two military grade steel horseshoes, smacked into the king's jaw with a bone shattering crack!

With a roar, Phar staggered sideways, a hand clutching the underside of his skull. Diamond Edge immediately took advantage and tackled his bony legs, the monarch crumpling onto the training ring sand with a crunch.

The King of Numas went to rise but was shoved down by Diamond Edge, who now stood on his bony shoulders, a hoof pressing his skull into the floor as his broken jawbone hung loose by a strand of his mummified flesh. Sweat matted the Crystal Captains coat, causing it to glitter like dewdrops in a sunrise, as he huffed, and snorted on top of the fallen Tomb King.

He pressed the training blade to Phars neck bones, putting his full weight on him.

“Yield.” He firmly stated.

Phar growled and made to rise, only for the Crystal Captain to push him into the sand much harder.

“Yield!” he barked.

Out of the corner of his vision, Hassep knelt.

You are pinned and unable to move, either yield willingly or I will end this match.

The threat was apparent, finish with honour or be further humiliated in front of these creatures.

I…submit.

Hassep rose as Diamond Edge released his opponent.

Crystal Ponies, your victor!, he cried, raising one arm towards Diamond Edge.

A cheer erupted from the crowd as Phar struggled to his feet, one hand still clutching his ruined jawbone as he glared at the approaching Diamond Edge.

“Have I settled your doubts?” he asked firmly, offering a hoof.

You did not defeat me honourably, growled the defeated King, slapping it aside. When next we fight you won't be so lucky.

He rose shakily to his feet, a pair of Tomb Guard moved to assist him but he pushed them away, while Diamond Edge was taken into a scrum of congratulatory hoof shakes, hugs and back slapping from his men.

The meeting will begin soon, said Hassep. We should find you a Liche Priest.

I am aware, growled Phar. Stalking back into the hall, murderous thoughts burning behind his sockets

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The assembled ponies, royals and undead moved to a secondary hall for the meeting, a round table had been set up for them, the Equestrians on one side, while the Tomb Kings took the other. The fight hasn't exactly been kept secret, though Phar had his jaw and regalia restored, Diamond Edge had been confined to barracks after explaining the situation to his Prince. Shining Armour was secretly proud of his captain, but the duel shouldn't have happened at all.

"Despite what has just occurred," stated the Prince of the Crystal Empire. "We are glad this has not affected your willingness to speak with us."

I'm afraid we are not in a position to refuse this meeting. responded Sepa, as both he and Rehu gave Phar a sidelong glance.

"So," spoke Twilight Sparkle, the purple Alicorns eyes alight with curiosity. "Before we continue, we have to ask, what are you? how did you come to Equestria?"

"Yeah," concurred Rainbow Dash. "Cause, no offence, you all look like you were buried for a thousand years and dug up again."

There was a soft chuckle from Rehu.

That would be an accurate assessment. I shall start at the beginning, our home is on another world, in the deserts of Nehekhara.

The Liche priest took a bag of sand from under his robes and cast it onto the table, manipulating the grains with his power and moulding them into pyramids, mountains, cities and riverbeds, in seconds, a model of The Blessed Land was laid out before them.

"We are the first great human civilization, cities made prosperous by the life-giving waters of the Great Vitrae river, and the blessing of our gods."

The sand moved again, showing boats pulling fish from water, miners heaving minerals from rock, and priests kneeling in supplication before powerful, bestially headed figuires.

We reached our height under the Great Uniter, Settra, Priest King of Khemri!

With a dramatic flair of his fingers, Rehu had the sand shift and coil into the figure of Setrra as he had been in life, standing tall and proud on the Chariot of Kings as its horses thundered across the desert, the cracking whip of its driver getting a few uneasy glances from the Equestrians.

Settra was our greatest king, Continued Rehu. He was the first to turn us from a collection of city states to a true empire, but even he could not escape the ravages of time. He instructed The Mortuary Cult to find a way to grant him immortality. We didn't succeed in his lifetime, but found ways to extend his life, and our own, vowing to revive him in the body of a god once the secrets of immortality were ours. But...well, you can see that never happened.

He gestured to himself and the other Kings before causing the sand to shift once more, this time it was the figure of a young man, slim, but strong, dressed in the robes of the Mortuary Cult, a long braid of hair falling from the back of his shaved head.

This man is the reason why, he spat. The arch traitor himself, Nagash!

Sand fell from the figure as Nagash’s form shifted, growing larger, darker, features sinking into a grinning skull as fires ignited in sockets set beneath a towering crown. A staff materialised in skeletal fingers as he lifted off the table, levitating as nine books circled him like carrion birds, his malevolent gaze moving around each of the occupants, sending a chill down the Equestrians collective spines.

He was the youngest of two sons, per our tradition he was sent to study at the Mortuary Cult, his brother made heir and later King. But Nagash was greedy, when his brother vanished, possibly murdered, he seized his fathers throne. Then he combined the cult's knowledge with dark magic and forbidden practices until the dead were enslaved to his will, he ravaged our land, and broke the oath our people had made to the gods.

The sand Nagash melted and the map of Nehekhara was restored, but its cities were now ruined and 'smoking', ships were wrecked in the river and countless bodies were scattered in the deserts.

We beat him, stated Sepa firmly. By the skin of our teeth we beat him, but he wasn't finished. He returned years later, deciding to destroy that which he couldn't have. The Vitrae river was poisoned, our people died in droves and then rose under his thrall. Our last King, Nagadizzar, destroyed him before succumbing to his own wounds, but the damage was done. Nehekhara was now a cursed land of the dead.

The sand moved again, skeletons moving in a parody of life, fishing dead creatures from the river, pulling ruined metal from stone while skeletal armies battled on the deserts.

It was chaos,continued Rehu. Undead dynasties fighting one another in an endless war for dominance. We revived Settra to restore order, but Nagash had survived.

The arch necromancer manifested alongside the skeletal form of Settra on opposite sides of the desert map.

He has been fought and killed many times over the centuries, yet he always returns. He's no longer a man, he's something else, not quite a god, but not mortal either. In his final invasion, Settra fell and the land enslaved to his will.

The sand again moved, showing Nagash's invasion of Nehekhara, Settra’s last stand and the land falling to Nagashs power.

"But...you aren't, enslaved that is?" asked Twilight, tentatively.

We aren't,thanks to my father." explained Sepa, showing the ponies the glowing runes etched into the bones of his arm. As The other dynasties fought for dominance, my father took us all into Mountains of Mourning.

The sand moved again, showing the battles of undead kings, but one line of skeletons marching towards a mountain range. Sepa recognised the form of his father at the head, Rehu and himself alongside him.

My father was a scholar, curious about everything, especially magic. When he saw what had become of us, he wanted to break it, allow us to finally die. But centuries of study gave little in return. He did, however, find a way for us to escape Nagash’s clutches, and when the necromancer returned, we rescued those we could, and fled.

The sand shifted one more time, showing the portal they had used and their army falling back through it before Sepas' father fell to the servants of Nagash..

You know the rest, he finished. Now we are here as refugees, a broken and cursed people in need of aid. Please allow us to stay within your kingdom as we rest and recover. Our fate is in your...hooves.

The ponies sat there in stunned silence, processing everything they had just heard.

"What the hay was all that!" finally snapped Rainbow Dash.

"Indeed," replied Rarity. "Though I confess Dash's outburst is a tad vulgar.

"That's...awful," whispered Fluttershy.

"Neighcromancy...I can't believe it," muttered a disbelieving Sunburst.

"And you're all that's left?" asked Cadence.

Not entirely, said Rehu. The souls of over five thousand of our people were stolen back from Nagash at great risk, they are usually quite restless, even violent, but I believe your Crystal Heart is keeping them calm.

"Unbelievable," breathed Twilight. "But it might track with the Heart's own power coming from the light and love of the Crystal Ponies themselves."

Phar scoffed at such a childish notion, he was ignored.

"Agreed," supported Cadence. "Without it, the Crystal Empire couldn't exist up here, you've seen the snow storms for yourselves."

Indeed," responded Hassep. The cold is affecting us harshly, however if the heart's power is placating our restless people, I'd like to discuss that further if possible.

"Later,” interrupted Shining Armour. "I'm concerned the portal you used might allow others to follow."

Understandable, acknowledged Hassep. But I left men to destroy any remains. We did not want Nagash following us.

He noted the look that got him from Sepa, somewhere between surprise and suspicion.

"I'd still like some of our own ponies to see the site and ensure its destruction," stated Shining Armour.

Very well.

"Thank you."

"Well, I think we need a rest after all that," continued Cadance, noting the sun had set through the large windows of the palace. How about we rest for the night and resume this discussion tomorrow."

xxxxx

The Tomb Kings were escorted to the guest rooms by a group of Crystal Guards, almost as soon as the doors shut Phar slammed his fist against the crystalline wall so hard the impact rattled his bony arm.

I can't believe I lost to that creature, Hassep is going to regret his actions, I swear!

He dragged bony fingers across his skull in frustration.

They are animals, they fight like animals. Urgh! Settra would wipe them out in a heartbeat.

Frustrated, Phar grabbed a wine jug and poured himself a goblet, draining it in seconds. The glimmering liquid rained over his neck bones then through his ribs, staining his already rotten finery and splattering on the floor. Phar paused, his balefire eyes flickering as realisation took hold and he angrily threw the goblet against the wall with a feral roar.

The pair of Tomb Guard outside his door, bedecked in the colours of Numas, remained unflinching as the cries and clattering within became louder and more chaotic. A maid trotted down the corridor, slowing at the noises, but fled as the two skeletons glared down at her.

Galloping past a door on the opposite wall, the maid was unaware of the conversation taking place behind it.

That could have gone better, moaned Sepa from his chair opposite Rehu.

It could have been worse, countered the Liche Priest.

At least Phar didn't kill the pony he fought with. And I don't know if I should thank or reprimand Hassep for dealing with the portal and not telling me.

Let's be thankful he took action at least.

Further conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door, causing the pair to pause.

"..It's the purple alicorn...Twilight Sparkle. responded Rehu, the balefire in his sockets flickering as he ‘borrowed’ one of the guards.

You spoke with her at length before the discussions.

Indeed, she is highly knowledgeable of magic...and was concerned about our actions with Flash Sentry. Shall I have her leave?

No, let her in, we need allies and she might be helpful.

Rehu nodded, and a moment later the door creaked open and Twilight trotted in.

"Thank you for seeing me," she said, bowing respectfully to the pair.

You are welcome Twilight, replied Rehu. What do we owe this visit?

"I was hoping to know more about your magic," she replied. "The curse you mentioned, the one keeping you alive. It just seems so...cruel."

That's Nagash in a nutshell, scoffed Sepa. He destroys what he cannot have, and punishes those who defy him.

Rehu creakily rose from his chair and shuffled across to a Nehekharan chest, one of several brought as a bribe, only this one contained not gold and jewels, but knowledge.

Heaving open the lid, he pulled one of many weathered scrolls from the inside and handed it to the pony princess, who carefully unrolled it with her magic to examine.

That scroll should show you the basics. In our world, magic must be bent to the will of the user, either through deals with the gods, ritual or sheer skill.

Twilight 'hummed' as she examined the ancient papyrus; the hieroglyphs were alien to her, but the lattices and diagrams showing how to cast particular spells were familiar, despite the unfamiliar glyphs and runes.

"It's like you are forcing the magic to do what you want,” She replied. “In comparison, most unicorns draw on internal magic reserves or pull from the environment itself. We...I suppose the best answer is 'weave' magic."

Ah, but your magic seems to be far more amicable than ours. In our world, magic was blown across it in great winds, and the wind is hard to tame.

Still, it's nothing compared to my fathers work, sighed Sepa. But with his sacrifice we may never be rid of this curse.

"Why not? Surely all of your different kings and magicians could have found a way?" asked Twilight.

Maybe, if they didn't prefer fighting and killing each other over ancient grudges and land that's changed hands so many times over thousands of years, it hardly matters who claims it at all!" ranted the prince, stopping only after a calming hand was placed on his shoulder.

I'm afraid he is right, clarified Rehu. The Tomb KIngs are prideful and arrogant in equal measure, ultimately they were too busy fighting one another to cooperate on this single purpose.

The old priest sat back down, the weight of centuries suddenly laid heavy upon his shoulders.

"It was King Usurs belief, that Nagash's interference, his breaking of the pacts with our gods, and our oaths of loyalty to one another were tied to this curse. We cannot rest peacefully until the oaths are restored and the necromancer laid low. He theorised that Nagash's Black Pyramid was the source of his immortality and power, we knew it was built in such a way to draw in the winds of magic and focus them.

Now it was the prince's turn to slump in a chair, a haunted look crossing his eye sockets as he took up the tale.

But we ran out of time, and that Pyramid was taken beyond our reach. If Settra and the others hadn't been so stubborn we might have had a chance to properly examine it, but he kept everyone away from it, and tortured the souls of any that tried to enter. Without that knowledge, the spell was never finished, as we are stuck tied to these decaying bodies.

Twilight was silent for a moment as she digested this information, her eyes scanning the parchment in front of her once again as an idea took shape.

"Do you have your fathers work with you?"

Yes, but as I said it's incomplete.

Twilight eyes sparkled as her eagerness and curiosity took over.

"Perhaps, all you need is another set of eyes. I'm Princess Celestia's top student and holder of the Element of Magic for a reason."

A quill, ink pot and notepad 'poofed' into existence and she began rapidly scribbling over the paper, referring back to the papyrus scroll as she worked, slapping down her finished calculations in front of the two undead.

“The spellwork here is impressive, but it acts like a hammer. With this new lattice, you can easily bend your winds of magic without having to force them and expend most of your energy doing it.”

The two stared at the equations and diagrams she had knocked up in less than a minute, Rehu nodding in approval as realised how it all worked.

"I believe," continued Twilight. "That if we can adapt your fathers work, then we may be able to finish the spell...if you want my help that is?" she finished, excitement brimming as she hopefully looked up at the pair..

Sepa and Rehu looked at one another before nodding in agreement.

We accept your offer, Twilight Sparkle.

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In a separate lounge, the remaining members of the Mane 6 were discussing their own impressions.

"I don't like them," stated Rainbow Dash. "That one guy deliberately stared a fight and you saw Diamond Edge when he got back, these guys are bad news."

"Yes but, if you recall darling," replied Rarity, looking up from a sketchpad. "He got angry first, though I'll admit it was a rather uncouth way of doing things....rather up your alley if I'm honest."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" snapped the pegasus.

"Easy there sugarcube," responded Applejack, getting between the pair. "Let's not have two fights today."

Rainbow Dash humfed as she glared at Rarity, who was engrossed in her work.

"What are you drawing there anyways?"

"Hmm? Oh, it's my new line, their clothes might be covered in mould and rot, but I can see the finery that used to be there and inspiration struck!"

She flipped over the pad and showed them pages of ponified regalia that looked very much like that of the Tomb Kings, rich blues and deep reds complimented delicate headpieces edged in silver and gold.

"I think I'll call it, restoration and riches!"

"Overblown and tacky is more like it," snarked Rainbow Dash.

"You take that back!"

"Make me!"

"Now hold on there!" snapped Applejack, getting between them once again. "What's gotten into you two anyhow?"

The pair squared off at the end of the farm pony's hooves, before Dash slumped in the air and Rarity fell back to her sofa.

"Sorry Rarity," apologised Dash. "I'm just on edge. There's just something about all these guys that makes me nervous."

"I apologise as well Rainbow, and I agree with you," responded Rarity. "These creatures are very unsettling, though their fashion sense could make such a statement if they cleaned it up a bit."

"Well,” piped up Fluttershy from her spot on the rug. "I liked Mr Rehu's vulture, he might be a bit scraggly, but he was such a nice creature."

"Yeah! And I made such a good friend in Bonesey!" cheered Pinkie Pie, who was making a scrapbook of photos she had taken with her new friend, although the skeleton somehow looked nervous in all of them. "He didn't talk much, but he was such a great listener."

Applejack chuckled.

"Figuires you'd be able to find a friend PInkie,"

"Of course, isn't that what we're here to do? Instead of being such suspicious sillies?"

There was a moment of guilty silence as the others rubbed their necks in embarrassment.

"I guess we're just worried about it," concluded Applejack. "I mean, Twi went to see them hours ago and hasnt come back, she could be in trouble for all we know."

As if in response, the door suddenly opened and Twilight Sparkle entered with several rolls of parchment floating around her.

"Hi guys," she smiled. "Don't wait for me, I'll be helping Rehu with something tonight. I just came down for a couple books."

The others watched dumbfounded as she pulled a few volumes from the shelves and trotted back out, humming a tune as she did so.

The moment of stunned silence was broken by Pinkie Pie.

"See! She gets it!"

Author's Note

Aaaand finally done.

This one took a while, not least because alot happened to me last year in a short span of time. I wont go into details but my mental health was affected and I just needed to pull myself together. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it, even the lore dump.